Disclaimer
We know about the pigs. You may suspect that our real plan is to take possession of them,
or whatever
pieces
of them you
have managed to code into this space for reassembly, by any means necessary including but not limited to the
creation of
entire environments in which the characters appear to be free. Your suspicions are irrelevant and you will
be
assimilated. By starting "Figurski, the No-Hands Cup Flipper, and Fatima Michelle Vieuchanger on the
Holodeck
on Acid
with Rosellini's 1737 Mechanical Pig" or any related scenario, you accept all risks to your person, family,
home,
enterprise, government, etc.
Michel: A map is the one thing I lacked when I died the first time. I did not lack
desire and will, or even a
camera in
the desert. It seems that the longer I go between trips, the more trails I see when he juggles.
Gene: You're creeping me out here boys. Canned parts of mechanical pig.
Ted: Let's pop 'em open. Pop 'em pop 'em pop 'em pop 'em pop 'em pop 'em.
on 
on 
